Woweeeeeeeeee!  Sunday 23rd. October 2016 – Dartmoor was WILD! The North Wind was so powerful that it was almost impossible to stand up at times – and I’m no lightweight!  No hat – no gloves – just me trying to stay balanced.

Free-falling on Roos Tor.

When I stretched my arms out it was as if I was free-falling – the noise of the roaring wind passing my reddened ears – was bloody deafening!  While I struggled to keep upright – the massive Tors of Staple and Roos – stood still – even the logan stones balanced on the granite piles of Great Staple were ‘strangely’ unbudgeable  – despite the wind blowing a force 10.  I think it was quite one of the most invigorating walks that I have ever experienced on Dartmoor.  By the time I got back to my car – I literally felt drunk on oxygen – it was intoxicating.

Getting high betwixt the Staple Tors.

It was as if I’d had my head stuck out the car window at high speed again – my hair was messed-up, my eyes were watering and bloodshot – yet it felt so alive.  Most of the photos I took were out of focus because I just couldn’t keep my hand still against the force. When I sat at the wheel to drive home – I couldn’t feel my hands because they were so numb with cold – yet my face burned like it was on fire – I probably should have been breathalyzed I was so drunk!

Oh God! I love Dartmoor even greater on a windswept day. 

Happiness; horizontal hair, bloodshot eyes and stinging skin! Alive on Roos Tor – Dartmoor.